The Vastness of Magical Destiny

From the dark depths of the passage, two shadowy figures, one following the other, almost swept through the air tail to heel, lunging straight for Newman, who was still babbling on while swinging his rusty sword and skull baton. Their speed was so fast that it was nearly impossible to make out the attackers’ appearances.

The keen instincts of the two Dark Knights saved the poor Newman Mage’s life. Having been knocked to the ground by Solonberg’s volley and rolled continuously, Newman, covered in dust and ash, hadn’t even had the chance to react before his angry gaze turned towards the Dark Knights who had suddenly attacked. It was only then that he realized their gaze wasn’t on him at all; their eager eyes were staring past him. As he turned, Newman felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

The two objects hovering in the air looked more like skeletal monsters. Their frames did not seem large, closer in appearance to flying skeleton kangaroos. Their symmetrical, delicate tails appeared quite sturdy, composed of a series of gleaming black bone segments linked together in a chain, but the sharp, thorn-like spikes on the tail, stout and pointed, were clearly weapons designed for attack.

In fact, it was this very same ferocious whip that had just been used to attack Newman. Had it struck him, the totally unguarded Newman would have certainly met his demise.

The forelimbs were singular and exceedingly slender, yet a careful look would reveal that a grey-white bone needle flickered in and out of sight between the phalanges. The robust hind limbs were clearly the main means of locomotion on the ground; each shin bone was over three inches long—a strike or a stomp from those back legs was sure to be lethal even to an ordinary person. Yet, it was such a deformed creature that somehow managed to hover in midair, surrounded by a faint black mist in those skeletal crevices, giving the impression of an eerily ghostly presence.

The Paladin Vladimir Koff’s Knight Spear struck forcefully against the second flying skeleton monster, which had plunged to the ground and rolled over. The ’snap’ of the impact caused even the Dark Knight—who had swept away hundreds of skeletons without stepping back—to retreat three steps from the tail whip that struck the spearhead. Although it was a hasty defense that did not allow him to muster his full strength, the wave of warmth from the base of the palm made Vladimir Koff involuntarily glance at the blade of his ostensibly invincible Knight Spear.

There was a slight mark on the blade, insubstantial but for Vladimir Koff, unacceptable. The weapon that had been with him for over ten years was undoubtedly his second life. Such damage, which could even be considered an insult, was intolerable for Vladimir Koff.

A deep roar emanated from the depths of his throat as the black Dark Fighting Qi surged to its highest stage in an instant. Vladimir Koff’s entire body was shrouded in a layer of hellish dimness. Wave after wave of Fighting Qi amplified continuously, causing the Magicians’ robes around him to flutter wildly in the air. A trace of dark light rapidly spread from his hands, gripping the spear, to cover the entire spear shaft.

"Be careful, that’s the skeletal form of the One-spiked Flying Dragon from the foreign magical beasts; its original form is also one of the strongest among the Wind System magical beasts from the legendary foreign realms. It inherently possesses Wind Magic, allowing it to hover in midair, unaffected by gravity. Its tail is made up of Black Bone Beads strung together, not only casting wind magic but also incredibly hard, invincible!"

A rapid succession of words shot out of Newman’s mouth as he shrunk back to the base of the wall, having recognized the special forms of these two creatures. Seeing Vladimir Koff’s Fighting Qi peak, he had to quickly warn the Dark Knight who had saved his life.